Remember Pharoah's Six Foot Giant?

Houston's history is dotted with albums that, fairly or not, have been swept aside. We'll examine them here. Have an album that you think nobody knows about but should? Email sheaserrano@gmail.com.

PharoahSix Foot Giant (Beat Box Records, 1997)

Pharaoh is/was the intense-eyed, angry, middle-of-the-road-voiced MC that gave Houston's famed Street Military its bite. He's a bit of a gem for Houston music nerds, the guy they inevitably throw out there whenever the "This Guy Would've Made It Big If [bad thing] Didn't Happen To Him" conversation comes up. And that's all well and good. But here's the thing about him that nobody is going to tell you: He was never a captivating rapper.

He really wasn't even that good. The intensity of the loyalty of his following is probably the most interesting thing about him. Sure, he was passionate, which can be cool. And if you really wanted to, you could string together some smarmy music-journalism key phrases together to try and confuse people that have never heard his music into thinking that they're morons for having not done so; his music possesses a recurrent sense of dissatisfaction with the tenets of life's fundamental existential debates, almost to the point that a feeling of obstinate disbelief drives his ethos, or whatever.

But listen to him now. He's mostly just sort of there. In hindsight, his greatest musical contribution might've been that he played an instrumental role in helping to develop Z-Ro's ear. It's never good when a side note outweighs your discography.

That said, this is still an enjoyable CD to listen to.

Y'allmustaforgotability: 93 percent

Even a 93 feels kind of low here. We mean, seriously, could you honestly say that you knew about this album before you read it in the blog title today? Nope.

Best Song on the Album: "Pressure Be Pumpin'" - Pharaoh is/was always at his best when you gave him a menacing, thriving beat to get after. It was like chumming the ocean water in Australia. When he's in Great White Shark mode, that's when its understandable that people argue the pro-Pharaoh case so vehemently.

Worst Feature on the Album: That's a toughie. It might have to go to Klondike Kat on "Strugglin' For Sainty." It wasn't so much that he wasn't any good there, because he was. But it was more because you were just expecting him to crush that track.

Remember in the 2000 dunk contest when Vince Carter set the world on fire through his first few dunks? By the time he set up for his last dunk, nobody knew what to expect. He could've rocketed up to the rafters then somersaulted all the way back down and people would've been like, "I'm not even really that surprised that that just happened."

But on his last go he did some lame two-handed junk-dunk from just inside the free throw line and everyone was like, "That's it?" That's what happened here with KK.

Obscure Fact(s) You Can Pawn Off As Your Own To Make Yourself Look Smart: There's not one single song on this album that doesn't have a guest feature on it. Perhaps even Pharaoh understood that his voice was a bit grating at times.

If you do a search for "pharaoh street military" in Google Images you'll get several pictures of actual pharaohs that pop up. #boring

But if you search "pharaoh street military poo poo" you'll see a picture of Yoda wearing a baseball cap, some stunna shades and a piece and chain. Always add "poo poo" to all of your searches.